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Unmade

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia1 Comment

No matter how hard you want it
And youth makes you believe otherwise,
That people who love you will stay
And not bargain and deal in lies.

The parents, who made you you,
Will want you to be them instead;
Siblings you played with, and cared for,
Will one day wish you dead.

No matter how much you deserve love,
The people you opened yourself to will go;
And whatever you learnt of love and the heart
Will cease to remain just so.

Like the food you love and eat;
But which is excreted in a few hours,
The hope you cling to shall wither
And reach the end of all flowers.

As you age your body will wither,
Your mind will fall numb and your heart will fade,
Youth will come to mock your hunger –
In its laughter, will you be unmade.

Friend

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The loss may not be great,
For I have stared death, in the face,
And even he did not suffer
To stay too long in one place.

Much like the rain drop
That drops, from the turbulent sky:
She knows not much of where she falls,
On whom, or what, or why –

The sky loses her –
Yet is not diminished by this loss;
Though he is mindful of each drop
And the weight of what it costs.

So I give you up, like he does;
It’s how and what we become that matters:
Your water is bound for withered earth,
While lightning in me, shatters.

Where I Belong

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The sun will set this day,

The moon may rise at night;

Through hell, there is a way,

I may yet find the light. 

What lingers is a quaint woe,

For the night seems dark and long;

But hell has gates too, you know, 

And it’s not where I belong.